opinion, a waste of time. It
wasn’t like we actually did any work. We spent time signing
yearbooks and goofing off. The teachers didn’t even try to quiet us
or discipline anyone because they were just as excited as we were
for the end of the year.
Sophia had gone to school with me
every day that week . . . sort of. She never actually came to any
classes, but she showed up between them and ate lunch with Cam and
I every day. I wondered what she carried around in her backpack. I
doubted it was textbooks. On Wednesday I asked her where she went
when she wasn’t with me. It turned out there’s a whole network of
ghosts that work together when needed. Who knew? Ghosts who were
adults when they died could easily get a home and a job if they
desired and live somewhere until people started to notice that they
weren’t aging, and then they would just move on. Teenagers and
children had it a little harder because the non-aging issue was a
lot more noticeable. So, the younger looking ghosts would adopt
friends who would claim to be parents when needed and sometimes
they would even stay together. That was Sophia’s case. When she got
to town, she met ghosts by the name of Jack and Rita and hung out
at their home most of the time she wasn’t with me. She offered to
introduce me to them, but I thought one ghost was enough for me to
deal with right then.
On my way to Mr. Hanover’s biology
class, Peter Ashby stopped and asked if I could sign his yearbook.
He was at least six inches taller than me with dirty blonde hair
and a skinny build. He was one of those guys that had no trouble
making friends and knew everyone. And I was madly in love with him.
Too bad he had no idea and I had no intention of ever telling him.
I signed his book with a shaky hand. Sophia started laughing before
he’d even walked away.
“ What?” I glared.
“ You like him.”
“ I do not. He’s just someone
from the neighborhood. I’m surprised he even knows my
name.”
“ Ha,” she guffawed. “In the
few weeks since I’ve been watching you, Peter has said ‘Hi’ six
times, talked to you twice, and smiled at you in the hall nine
times. Every single time you had contact with him you blushed, just
like you did when he asked you to sign his yearbook just now. You
didn’t blush with any others guys.”
Stunned, I didn’t know what to say. My
crush on Peter dated all the way back to the fourth grade when he
first moved to Marion, and no one—especially Peter—had ever picked
up on it. Even Camille, who knew me better than anyone, had never
caught on. When we were kids I thought we were destined to be
together because his first name was Peter and my last name was
Peters. The childhood fantasy had never faded.
“ Whatever.” It was the best
I could come up with in that short amount of time.
“ It’s true.” Camille
giggled. “I’ve wondered about it for years. You do blush every time
you talk to Peter.”
Of course, now she decides to side
with Sophia.
“ Can we please just go to class? I’d like to
end this school year so I can get on with my life.” I really hoped
no one in the hallway heard our conversation. I would be mortified
if someone told Peter that I liked him. I doubted I was his type
and he’d probably never consider asking me out. And I definitely
didn’t want him to do it out of pity.
At the end of the day, after much
cheering and rejoicing from the entire student body when the last
bell rang, Camille and I climbed on the bus. Jubilation filled the
air and everyone squirmed in their seats. Yearbooks passed up and
down the rows and paper airplanes flew through the air. I got
nailed in the head by the airplanes and a couple of books. The bus
driver ignored everyone and pulled his visor down farther so that
he didn’t have to look at us.
Camille glowed in her seat. “So, what
are we doing tomorrow for our first day of summer break? We could
go to the swimming pool, the beach, go on a picnic, or shop for
summer
wasn’t like we actually did any work. We spent time signing
yearbooks and goofing off. The teachers didn’t even try to quiet us
or discipline anyone because they were just as excited as we were
for the end of the year.
Sophia had gone to school with me
every day that week . . . sort of. She never actually came to any
classes, but she showed up between them and ate lunch with Cam and
I every day. I wondered what she carried around in her backpack. I
doubted it was textbooks. On Wednesday I asked her where she went
when she wasn’t with me. It turned out there’s a whole network of
ghosts that work together when needed. Who knew? Ghosts who were
adults when they died could easily get a home and a job if they
desired and live somewhere until people started to notice that they
weren’t aging, and then they would just move on. Teenagers and
children had it a little harder because the non-aging issue was a
lot more noticeable. So, the younger looking ghosts would adopt
friends who would claim to be parents when needed and sometimes
they would even stay together. That was Sophia’s case. When she got
to town, she met ghosts by the name of Jack and Rita and hung out
at their home most of the time she wasn’t with me. She offered to
introduce me to them, but I thought one ghost was enough for me to
deal with right then.
On my way to Mr. Hanover’s biology
class, Peter Ashby stopped and asked if I could sign his yearbook.
He was at least six inches taller than me with dirty blonde hair
and a skinny build. He was one of those guys that had no trouble
making friends and knew everyone. And I was madly in love with him.
Too bad he had no idea and I had no intention of ever telling him.
I signed his book with a shaky hand. Sophia started laughing before
he’d even walked away.
“ What?” I glared.
“ You like him.”
“ I do not. He’s just someone
from the neighborhood. I’m surprised he even knows my
name.”
“ Ha,” she guffawed. “In the
few weeks since I’ve been watching you, Peter has said ‘Hi’ six
times, talked to you twice, and smiled at you in the hall nine
times. Every single time you had contact with him you blushed, just
like you did when he asked you to sign his yearbook just now. You
didn’t blush with any others guys.”
Stunned, I didn’t know what to say. My
crush on Peter dated all the way back to the fourth grade when he
first moved to Marion, and no one—especially Peter—had ever picked
up on it. Even Camille, who knew me better than anyone, had never
caught on. When we were kids I thought we were destined to be
together because his first name was Peter and my last name was
Peters. The childhood fantasy had never faded.
“ Whatever.” It was the best
I could come up with in that short amount of time.
“ It’s true.” Camille
giggled. “I’ve wondered about it for years. You do blush every time
you talk to Peter.”
Of course, now she decides to side
with Sophia.
“ Can we please just go to class? I’d like to
end this school year so I can get on with my life.” I really hoped
no one in the hallway heard our conversation. I would be mortified
if someone told Peter that I liked him. I doubted I was his type
and he’d probably never consider asking me out. And I definitely
didn’t want him to do it out of pity.
At the end of the day, after much
cheering and rejoicing from the entire student body when the last
bell rang, Camille and I climbed on the bus. Jubilation filled the
air and everyone squirmed in their seats. Yearbooks passed up and
down the rows and paper airplanes flew through the air. I got
nailed in the head by the airplanes and a couple of books. The bus
driver ignored everyone and pulled his visor down farther so that
he didn’t have to look at us.
Camille glowed in her seat. “So, what
are we doing tomorrow for our first day of summer break? We could
go to the swimming pool, the beach, go on a picnic, or shop for
summer
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